Spacewalkers

18

“Go away,” I growled through the pain, hurt.

The girl took the injector in her hands and began to turn in my direction. But for some reason, her movements slowed down. My head began to crack even more, as if someone inside my skull had begun to inflate a rubber ball that threatened to tear my head apart from the inside. But, even worse, the picture before my eyes began to delaminate. It was as if the whole world was divided into many layers, different from each other, which moved asynchronously to each other. One layer showed Eva leaning to the right, laying down on my stomach with her chest to inject the medicine into her left hand, and the other showed her slowly leaning towards her right. And with every fraction of a second, one picture became transparent, almost blurry, and the other filled with color and became more voluminous, until the witch herself repeated the procedure and leaned over to my right hand.

A short prick and the pain passes, instantly, as if it never existed. The